These days

These days

we kiss when we coincide in the kitchen

On my way to buy a morning paper #98

Mist over the river diverted me to the golf-course path

to see stereotypical stripes of gentle white 

interspersed with Paynes grey tops of trees and distant hills;

wind blades still.

On my way to buy a morning paper #97

From number three to number six
Holywell Green
the road is wet/dry scalloped
where precipitation failed to penetrate
the trees.

On my way to buy a morning paper #96

A discarded latex glove
and my mind flips between
man who manages five times a night
and close-coupled gang-bang.

Unflaming June

Another morning
waiting for the weather to be coloured in .

On my way to buy a morning paper #95

Saw a metaphor for the sadness of my MC :

 the sudden wrongness of a never-gonna-fly-again, rain-clogged feather

On my way to buy a morning paper #94

Fringed bunting shadows of lockdown uncut verges
Scattered bright green circumflexes
of sycamore

From my front door

next-door's crimson tulips
maintaining social distance

On my way to buy a morning paper #93

Bullfinch pink
filling for a sandwich
between bullfinch blue hills
and clouds of identical hue.